CHAPTER 8
DEPARTURE
IT WAS MID-APRIL AGAIN. The same month I had first dreamt of him four years ago. The same month I’d met him a year ago in the flesh and the month I’d separate from him. Servants scrambled to make last-minute preparations for the wedding. I managed to disappear to train. A day wasn’t much time. Then again, escaping a death cult is something nobody could prepare for. I learned to the best of my ability the arts of archery, shooting guns, driving stakes through the hearts of monsters, and chopping the heads off opponents.
I lay in bed that night wrapped in Azazel's arms. This would be my last night with him. Tomorrow was my departure. We had come full circle, as we were now complete strangers, just as we had started.
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I awoke in bed alone. Ava rushed me along, ba
